Tom deserves more than another snark about a boho drowning in syrup -but he makes it so easy!
Still, four minutes into 'I wish I was in New Orleans' you really wish he was in New Orleans, where they'd put some bounce into these songs, and not in Hollywood CA, where they drown 'em in somnambulant soundstages.
Some survive ('Tom Traubert's blues', 'Invitation to the blues', 'Bad liver and a broken heart'). An undeserving classic though.
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